Take Asis back to her young fans

One second, Asis is running into the locker room, fuming about the indignity thrust upon her by one of the biggest divas in girls' skyball. The next second, she finds herself bent over somebody's lap somewhere out in the city streets.

"Let me commend you, first and foremost," you say, taking a handful of ass and giving it a shake, "on a truly exceptional booty. I'd love to stick you halfway through a wall and put a frame around it, if I could."

"What's going on here?" she says, struggling to look around. She can't quite see behind herself, but the gasps, hoots, and laughter she hears clues her in to the presence of the three boys you brought her back to. One of these timidly approaches her from the front, offering a book and pen to the pinned player.

"Excuse me, Miss Asis?" he says. "I think you're really pretty and a good player and could you sign my book?"

"Are those my bloomers on your head?" she says.

"No," he replies. "I, uh... I think they're someone else's."

"Give 'em back!" she shouts. She kicks frantically to get free, but you've got her beat in strength.

"Calm down," you say, patting her lightly on the cheek. "I brought you out here because I have a proposition I think you'll like."

"And you thought you'd tell it to me while you showed my butt to a bunch of kids?"

"They were dying to see it. But yeah, here's the thing: Watching you lose your bottoms out there was fun and all, but I'm seeing now that the other team is the one really deserving of a good public stripping. If we work together, we can totally do that."

"You say you'll do to them what they did to me?" says Asis.

"I think we can do better than that. Don't you?"

"It sounds good, but -- You better stop, whoever is pinching me back there! -- but I won't be much help without my skirt!"

"Oh, you'll be naked, obviously," you say.

"What!"

"I promised the guys here they could take your top off of you so we can get a couple of pictures, and then we're bringing you right back to the game."

"What do you mean, pictures?"

"Have you heard of the insta-portrait box? It produces life-like renderings at the push of a button. Two of the guys wanted shots of them spanking you, and one wanted a shot of him ripping your final scrap of modesty off of those legendary cupcakes of yours. What do you say we get those out of the way, and then we'll talk about humiliating some elf chicks?"

"Wait--"

"Order up, kid," you say, pulling Asis into a seated position on your lap and pinning her arms behind her. "Let's make this shot count."

Asis looks from the kid with her shorts on his head down to her top, then back up again. He waggles his fingers in anticipation, his cohort standing by with the insta-portrait box. She tries to say something, but he seizes her top with two hands and pulls with all of his strength.

*Ri-I-I-I-iP!*

"EEEK!"

*Click*